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Chapter Two: Hair of the Dog

Deep in the monastery of Gui Sudor, a monk named Brother Kwin
screamed in
terror as he pushed himself out of a nightmare. He was
breathing hard, his
heart pounding in his chest as he became aware of the familiar
surroundings
of his room. Kwin couldn’t remember the last time he had
a nightmare, as
his dreams were usually tranquil and lucid. He took a moment
to gather his
wits, and began reconstructing as much of the dream as he
could, picking
out details and committing them to memory before they
evaporated like
dreams do.

First there was darkness. Then golden threads of shining light
appeared,
weaving in and out of time and space. These threads began to
come together
and form a web. More flew in and the web grew into the weave
of a tapestry.

Then there was a young man in the dream, but Kwin couldn't see
his face.
The young man was of average height, but athletic, with long
hair. While he
couldn’t see the man’s face, but there was some
quality about him that he
found attractive. The monk knew this
young man was somehow
important. Golden threads from the tapestry dropped down and
tangled about
him, tied to him like a marionette. Kwin knew his destiny
would affect many
others.

The dream turned darker then. The threads became something
else: arms or
vines. The young man fought against them, before they dragged
him away into
the darkness. Kwin turned around and saw the monastery in
flames, burning
red against a night sky. He heard the screams of his brothers
as they died.

The flames spread into the woods, then to the fields. Farm
houses,
villages, castles, all alight with a terrible fire. Soon the
whole world
burned, and the screams were universal. That was when Kwin
woke.

He feared there was some message in this nightmare, but he
didn’t know what
the message meant. In the morning he would consult with leader
of the
monastery. Perhaps his wisdom could help him parse this
nightmare.

Brother Kwin lay back down to sleep, but it was a long time in
coming.

-----

The next morning, the Ranger woke Kasper with a shake.

“I’ll be back,” he said. And with that, he
disappeared into the woods.

Kasper yawned. His head ache and his mouth felt like it was
filled with
sand. He took a long drink from one of his water skins,
stretched, and ate
some food. Unsure what to do while waiting for the Ranger to
return, he
opened up the Bestiary and flipped to the
entry on grimlyns:

“The grimlyn is considered a class two biped, roughly
humanoid in
appearance and amphibious in nature. While their actions are
often
considered malicious towards humans, they rarely mean serious
harm. The
prankster quality of their behaviors indicate intelligence and
playfulness.”

The grimlyns he had met last night certainly didn’t seem
playful. At least,
not the sort of playful he was used to. He read on.

“Grimlyns have a unique tribal social structure, often
separated by gender.
The creatures engage in fascinating mating rituals often
lasting days at a
time.”

Kasper shuddered. Days?

“Our experiments with grimlyn remains reveal that their
bodily fluids and
tissues have many unique properties and a mild toxicity
towards humans.”

Not listed in the book was the effect the grimlyn saliva had
made on the
young man. He had never felt anything like it. Even hours
later, he could
still feel flashes of heat. Thinking of what the ranger had
told him last
night, Kasper took a charcoal pencil from his pack and made a
notation on
the page, “Spit is Af-ro- aphra- makes you horny.”

He closed the book as the ranger reappeared.

“Did a quick scout of the area. You shouldn’t have
any more problems.”

Kasper felt a blush in his face. He had pleasured the handsome
ranger,
tasted him, yet didn’t even know the man’s name.
He couldn’t look him in
the eye as he spoke, the memory of last night still fresh in
his mind.
“Thank you.”

The ranger nodded, then pointed to the sword on Kasper’s
hip. “Do you know
how to use that sword?”

“Yes Sir. I've had training.”

The ranger held out his hand, and Kasper quickly unbuckled the
sword and
gave it over. “Training, eh? Then how'd you end up a
plaything for those
grimlyns?”

The blush grew in Kasper’s cheeks. “I guess I
dropped my guard.”

The older man looked carefully at the blade. “This is a
good sword. But a
good sword that’s a hairsbreadth out of reach is as
useless as a bad one.
Keep it handy. There’s dark deeds afoot, and dark things
stirring.”

“Yes Sir.”

“This is where we part ways boy. Keep your eyes open and
your wits about
you and you’ll be fine. It’s just a few days
journey to Gui Sudor.”

Kasper was surprised by the little spike of disappointment
that rose up in
his chest. They hadn’t talked about what had happened
last night, and it
looked like they weren’t going to. Kasper wasn’t
sure how he felt about
that. He had to admit that he enjoyed the new experience.

The ranger continued to speak as Kasper gathered his things.
“You should
hit the river by the end of the day. Follow the river west,
then north.
Stay on this side though, or you’ll run into a nasty
swamp. I’ve heard
there’s been some strange monster activity in the area
too, so be careful.”

“About last night, I-”

“It was a good time. I think we both enjoyed it.”

“I did-”

“Good. Take care boy, and enjoy your pilgrimage.”

And with that, the ranger was gone. He simply stepped into the
woods and
vanished. So soft and silent was his steps that Kasper
couldn’t hear even a
leaf rustle. He sighed into the silence. He was sad to see the
man go. He
couldn’t have imagined his pilgrimage would have been so
eventful. Attacked
by grimlyns and rescued by a forest ranger! He’d
certainly have stories to
tell when he got home. Even if he did leave certain parts out…

Kasper picked up his pack and headed north. The day was mild.
The woods
were cool and comfortable. His earlier headache was now a
distant memory.
He kept the sound of the ocean on his right as he traveled. By
late
afternoon he had reached the small waterfall that marked where
the Vass
River drained into the sea. He was tired, but he felt good.
The first leg
of his journey was complete.

Kasper refilled his water skins in the river before heading
inland. He
followed the river, warily putting some distance between
himself and the
sea. He didn’t want a repeat of last night’s
events, did he?

As the sun slipped below the horizon, Kasper made camp. He
soon had a small
fire going. He ate some biscuits his grandmother had packed
for him, and
rested on his bedroll. He took the ranger’s advice to
heart, and slept with
his sword within easy reach.

As dawn broke over the land, Kasper yawned and stretched.
While certainly
not as comfortable as his bed at home, his little bedroll made
for a
surprisingly good night’s sleep (When not being attacked
by horny
grimlyns). The fire had gone out in the night, so he decided
to brew a
little tea before starting his day. Once again, he tried in
vain to get the
quick-fire spell to work before. After a few futile minutes,
he ended up
using the flint.

With the tea warming his belly, Kasper dragged dirt over the
fire and
headed off into the wilderness. The land gradually began to
rise, and soon
he was following the edge of a cliff with the river flowing
far below. He
took a moment to look out to the north, where a large tract of
swamp
stretched into a wan fog. He was glad the ranger had told him
to stay south
of the river. He would not have wanted to have to navigate a
slimy bog.

It had been an uneventful afternoon traversing the forest, and
he was
starting to think about making an early camp when he heard a
noise that
made him stopped him in his tracks. A low rumbling howl was
echoing from
the woods to the south west. Goose-flesh crawled up Kasper’s
arms.
Something was in the woods with him. It sounded far away but
he couldn’t be
sure.

His instinct was to bolt but he fought it back. He knew
blindly running was
not a wise strategy. Instead, he drew his sword, and continued
to make his
way through the woods, angling back towards the cliff. He was
alert now,
ears listening for any sound, eyes darting for any movement.
He reached a
wide clearing between the woods and the cliff’s edge. It
gave him clear
sight lines and put the river at his back. This was as good a
spot to stop
as he was likely to find, so he put his pack down. While he
was
contemplating what to do next, the creature howled again.

While Kasper was not exactly an experienced woodsman, he knew
instinctively
that this was no wolf. It was too low, too loud, and too
unnatural. He
quickly took out the Bestiary from his
pack and flipped through
the pages to an entry he had seen on wargs.

“Wargs are a class five quadruped, similar in appearance
to a wolf.
Characterized by their large size and extreme violence, these
creatures
should be approached with extreme caution. Wargs tend to be
solitary
predators, abjuring the pack social structure of traditional
wolves. They
have a supernatural ability to track, even in conditions
mortal animals
could not.”

“Wargs have a distinct howl, lower in timber and higher
in volume than that
of common wolves…”

Kasper scanned down. There was something else he read,
something about a
weakness-

“Wargs are fierce in battle, but have an innate fear of
fire.”

Kasper shoved the book back into his pack. He raced to the
tree line and
started grabbing as many fallen branches as he could find. All
the while,
he tried to listen for any sound of the creature. He was
sweating now with
both exertion and fear. Soon, he had a large pile of wood
arranged.Another trip, he would think, I
need enough to burn all night. Back and forth he went,
splitting
his focus between searching for fuel and staying alert for the
creature.

The sun had gone beyond the trees now, just an orange smudge
in the sky
that was quickly turning indigo. The evening air was thick
with shadows. He
stacked his latest load of branches and was about to turn back
to the
forest for another trip when he heard a deep voice call out
from the woods.

“That wouldn’t be wise, little one.”

Kasper froze then slowly turned. At the edge of the wood he
saw a dark
shadow; but it wasn’t the wolfish shape he had feared.
It appeared to be a
very tall man.

“Who’s there?”

The man ignored the question. His deep voice drifted out of
the darkness.
“There are things in the woods, things that would very
much enjoy taking a
bite out of you.”

Kasper strained his eyes, trying to make out some details
about this
stranger. But he stayed in the shadows. Kasper tried to draw
him out. “I
heard a howl. I think there may be a warg close by.”

The man moved through the trees, staying in the shadows. “A
warg…Aren’t you
a clever little adventurer?”

“No, I’m not. I’m just a pilgrim on his way
to Gui Sudor. I only want to
make my journey in peace.”

“A young man on his pilgrimage! How exciting for you.”

The stranger’s tone was mocking, and he certainly didn’t
seem to have any
fear of a roaming warg. He stayed out of sight, but was now
moving among
the trees, getting closer.

It was full dark now, and no moon lit the sky. He moved
slowly, but always
in shadow. Closer and closer…

Kasper tried calling out to him again. “Why don’t
you come out where we can
see each other? I’ll share my fire with you if you come
in peace.”

“I can see you just fine from here. Such a very
enjoyable view.”

Kasper’s heart was pounding. “Well then, if you
have no business with me, I
have no business with you, and you can be on your way.”

The man’s voice rumbled out of the darkness. “I’m
sure we could find some
business to do together.”

Kasper was growing frustrated with the stranger and his
taunting tone. He
had heard the howl, and knew there was something out there
that was
inhuman. He didn’t’ have time for some rude man.
“Speak plainly! What do
you want?”

“A tasty morsel, little one,” the man’s
voice was even lower now, less
clear, and more like a growl. “I want a taste of you.”

Kasper’s hand fell to the sword on his belt. Whoever
this person was, his
voice didn’t sound right. Unnatural,
he thought. Once again,
goose-bumps raised up on Kasper’s arms. He had an idea.

Keeping his eyes on the man, he made the magic gesture towards
the large
pile of wood he has gathered. Please work! Please
work, please work! Under his breath, he
muttered the quick-fire spell.

Nothing happened.

The man suddenly moved out of the trees and towards Kasper.
There was
something wrong with him, Kasper thought. He was moving
strangely, with a
loping speed that didn't seem human. He would be on him in
just moments.
Kasper forced himself to look away from the man and towards
his pile of
wood. He gestured, he spoke the words.

The fire exploded into life, its flames reaching high into the
night sky.
The spell worked!

Kasper got only a glimpse before it disappeared back into the
trees, but
what he saw made his blood run cold. The man was not a man at
all. He was
tall, and moved about on two legs, but that was where the
resemblance
ended. The creature was covered in dark hair and muscle. Its
face was the
face of a nightmare, as if a man’s face had been
stretched over a wolf’s
skull.

Kasper kept his eyes on the woods, and his back to the fire.
His sword held
ready should the monster attack. He couldn’t see it.
Then that deep voice
drifted out of the forest.

“So my tasty little morsel is a pyromancer?”

“Go away!” Kasper screamed. “Leave me
alone!”

“You know, I really should. I have important things I am
supposed
to be doing. But you are just too irresistible. Your looks,
your smell, I
can’t wait to taste you.”

The creature's voice seemed to come from nowhere and
everywhere now. Kasper
kept his sword ready, waiting for an attack. For a moment he
wished the
handsome ranger was with him. But as his grandmother always
said, if wishes
were fishes...

“You smell of sex, fresh too. You and another human. Did
he pluck your
flower?”

Kasper ignored this. “I know wargs are weak against
fire! I'll keep it
burning all night if I have to. Come at me and I'll burn you
up!”

A deep growl that might have been a chuckle came from Kasper's
left.

“What a smart pilgrim you are! Wargs are
afraid of fire.
Unfortunately for you, I'm no warg.”

There was a sudden crash and a brief smell of singed fur.
Before he
realized what had happened, Kasper's fire was smashed into
dozens of
flaming branches scattered about the clearing. His eyes
widened as the
creature stood over him, at least twice as tall as he was. It
looked down
at Kasper, its wolfish mouth moving strangely as it spoke.

“I am General Bloodtooth, the Warg Rider, the warewarg!
I have no fear of
fire.”

Kasper make a lunge with his sword but Bloodtooth moved faster
than he
could follow, and plucked the sword from his hands like it was
a toy. He
took one massive paw and shoved Kasper firmly in the chest,
causing him to
fall backwards onto the ground. The creature grabbed up
Kasper's pack and
shoved the sword though it, before tossing it backwards over
it's shoulder
towards the cliff's edge.

“You won't be needing this.”

Kasper made a move to try to scramble away, but the beast was
on him before
he made it far. Its arms were thick with muscle and covered in
dark fur.
Its hands were each wider than Kasper's head, and ended in
sharp claws. One
of these claws pushed Kasper to the ground, as the monster
brought its face
uncomfortably close to Kasper's.

“Now, where were we?”

The creature grinned. Kasper had never imagined a face so
terrifying. The
scattered fires reflected in Bloodtooth's eyes, giving them a
red glow. His
long snout ended in snuffling nose, and his mouth was filled
with razor
sharp teeth. His tongue was long and lolled out of its mouth
like a dog.

“Oh yes, I believe I said I wanted to taste you, little
morsel.”

Kasper cringed back as that wolfish mouth approached. It's
going to eat me up! The youth closed his eyes. But instead
of
the snapping of teeth around his throat, something warm and
wet slid across
his face. It was the monster’s tongue!

“Mmmmm...You do taste delicious. I
knew you would.”

Kasper opened his eyes, and saw that the creature was staring
at him with a
grin on his evil face. It hadn't eaten him!

“I'm going to taste all of you before this night is
over, little morsel.”

With one claw still holding him to the ground, the other began
to scratch
at him. The warewarg's movements were a blur, its sharp claws
running over
Kasper's body. He felt them scratching his skin hard enough to
raise red
welts where they touched, but its skillful claws never broke
the young
man’s soft skin. When the creature was done, Kasper's
clothing was in
tatters. With a quick tug, his clothes were ripped away, and
Kasper was
totally exposed to the monster.

“That's better. Now I can taste all of you!”

Kasper had never been more frightened in his life. At any
moment, he
expected to feel those terrible jaws lock onto his throat and
end him. But
the monster wasn't ripping him limb from limb. Instead, the
warewarg was
licking his chest, drooling over his smooth flesh, tasting him
like a
dessert.

Before he could even process what the creature had said, it
grabbed his jaw
with one of its massive paws. Kasper felt its tongue shoved
into his mouth.
It was kissing him. Kasper, still held down by the creature's
other claw
could neither move nor resist. All he could do was meet the
kiss and try to
ride it out. It said it didn't want to kill him. That was
good. But it also
said that it wanted to fuck him? A new fear began to grow in
Kasper's
chest.

The beast broke off the kiss with a low growl.

“I’m going to make you mine.”

​Kasper suddenly found himself flipped over as if he
weighed nothing. The
monster was behind him now. One claw pressed into the small of
his back,
pinning him to the ground. The other claw gripped Kasper's
firm ass. Kasper
could feel the massive paw working the round muscle.

"This ass...such a tasty bubble"

He felt the creature’s breath against his lower back.
For a panicked
moment, Kasper thought it going to take a bite out of him.
Instead, he felt
something else.

The creature uses its massive paw to part the globes of
Kasper's butt. Then
it began to slowly lick down his crack to his exposed pucker.
He could feel
its hot breath on his virgin hole. He desperately tried to
wiggle away,
tried to crawl in the grass, but the other claw still had him
pinned firmly
to the ground. Finally its long tongue arrived at his hole.

Kasper's eyes widened as the thick wet muscle began to lick at
the
sensitive skin around his sphincter. He had never experienced
anything like
it before. Maybe it was some residual grimlyn toxin, but the
creature's
tongue felt amazing. Inexplicably, he felt his dick grow hard.
Bloodtooth
growled and licked harder and faster, putting more pressure
against the
tight pucker. The warewarg had found its target, and began to
work its long
tongue into Kasper's most sensitive area.

The young man groaned despite himself. He had no idea that
part of his body
could create such pleasure. He was conflicted. The things he
was feeling
were amazing, yet he still thought this creature was surely
going to kill
him. He was both terrified and incredibly turned on. Just as
Kasper was
struggling to get his thoughts under control the monster's
tongue hit
something inside, something that made him jump, something that
made him see
stars!

“Oh Gods!” The boy moaned.

Bloodtooth growled as he worked his tongue against the youth's
love button.
Both claws were now working the firm globes like dough. The
warewarg was
lost in sensations of its own. The taste of this young man’s
hole, the
scent of his fear and lust. The boy was everything it thought
he'd be when
it spied him making his way through the forest. Everything and
more!
Bloodtooth hadn’t felt like this in a very long time,
and was overwhelmed
with lust. The warewarg was unsure where this powerful
attraction was
coming from, he only knew he wanted the boy for his own.

The creature flipped Kasper over on his back, drawing him
closer. The young
man’s hard manhood swayed in the night air. Kasper felt
something hot and
heavy land between his thighs. It was the warewarg’s
cock. It jutted out
from the creature's groin, red, wet and huge. Kasper couldn’t
believe the
size. His excitement faded as he realized that this creature
had every
intention of shoving that monstrosity into his tight hole.

The creature rolled its head back, its eyes closed. “I’m
going to mark my
territory, boy.”

It spasmed, and a hot stream of piss washed over Kasper.
Rivulets of the
acrid fluid ran across the young man’s body as the
stream moved from
Kasper’s stomach, up his chest, to splash his face.

“You’re mine now, forever my bitch. There is
nowhere you can go that I
won’t be able to find you.”

In that moment of terror and revulsion, Kasper saw an
opportunity. The
monster’s attention was on hosing down the young man,
focused on its
release. There was a chance. Kasper leveraged his body weight
on his arms,
and brought his legs in tight to his body, then kicked with
all his
strength. His feet connected with the warewarg’s turgid
cock.

He heard the creature howl in frustration and pain, and it
fell back.
Kasper scrambled away, grabbing in the dark for his pack and
his sword. He
reached out blindly as he moved. As he groped for his things,
his hands
suddenly felt a strange nothingness, and absence of matter.

Too late, Kasper realized what was happening. In the scuffle
he had gotten
too close to the edge of the cliff, an edge that was now
giving away
beneath him. He reached out for something to hold onto and was
able to snag
the strap of his pack. For a brief moment, he thought that had
been enough.

Then he was tumbling over the edge of the cliff and into the
darkness
below.